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Chapter 11: Broken

This is it! This is your chance!

My eyes didn’t leave the pretty boy even after we arrived at Izu airport.

Like a hawk stalking its prey.

I waited for a chance that he could be alone. When his male companion went to get their baggage, I immediately seized the opportunity.


He looked at me, a flash of recognition in his eyes. Then his brows furrowed which made me wanted to retreat.

“Do I know you?”



Do I know you?

Do I know you?

Do I know you?

The words ringed inside my head and I desperately tried to shake it off to no avail.

“Y-you… d-don’t…r-recognize me?”

I ignored the cut in my heart as I managed to say the words, not hiding the bitterness and hurt.

He just raised his eyebrow at me.

“I do. You’re that peacock girl at the hotel’s lobby in Vegas.”

He turned his body to face me and tilted his head. “Are you stalking me?” He didn’t hide the accusation in his voice.

“W-what?! N-no!! I was just… I just f-followed you all the way here from Vegas b-because…because……” I bit my lip. I opened my mouth and closed it again. Not sure of what to say.

“Because you are a stalker.” He said with a cold, monotonous tone which pricked my heart, digging a hole in it.

“What’s going on here?”

His male companion immediately shielded him from my view.

Unconsciously, my legs took a step back.

“Who are you? What are you doing to my boss?”

I didn’t respond. I was paralyzed. I felt my organs stopped working. I felt my head pounding in pain. My heart was peeling itself piece by piece not a care if it had nothing left.

“Enough. Let’s just go. We’ll be late for the meeting.”

Seeing that I was probably shaking while my face turned ghostly pale, he grabbed his suitcase from the man and strode off, leaving me stunned behind.

He was clearly that boy.

What happened?

His face was still the same minus the smile and mischievous grin.

His deep brown eyes were still the same although replaced by a calm, mysterious glint.

His voice was still the same, but had that cold and indifferent tone.

His body was still the same, yet his energetic aura was replaced by aloofness.

So I was just indeed a passing woman to him? It was the sex he wouldn’t forget – not me.

“Hey lady, are you alright?”

“What happened? Are you lost?”

I ignored the voices. I didn’t care.

I let my mind crashed itself. Rebooting it on the time I hadn’t meet the boy. I allowed my heart to peeled itself, hoping that it could peel off my feelings for the boy as well. I let my body shook and trembled to ease the numbing pain as I gripped my mouth, trying to held my howls while my tears didn’t stop falling.

I was broken.


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